He looked at her for a long, intense moment, then nodded.
“In that case…”
He slid off his chair on one knee in front of her and opened the velvet box to reveal the mithral and mourngold betrothal bracelet within.
“Sabira Lyet d’Deneith Tordannon, as Greddark here below and the entire gathered Host above are my witnesses… will you marry me?”
She thought about the Keeper’s words and what they could mean for Xen’drik, and Eberron. What they would almost certainly mean for her. More fighting, more pain. More loss.
And then she looked into the eyes of the man who would be by her side through it all and gave him the only answer she possibly could.
“Yes.”
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